Amy POV
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"You always mess up this tie
Don't you ?"
Saying it I adjust his tie
And run my hands through his hair
adjusting his dark blonde hair
And I have done this so many times before but now its different yet the same
“Always ? " He asks as he holds my wrist
His thumb brushing it gently
And in sure he doesn't even realize that
“Do we know each other ?” he asks as his eyes lingers mine
Like we are here, always
“No
Unless you have met me in your dream " I laugh, but it doesn't reach my eyes
like wanting to cover one of my sob
"I don't know Amy
It feels like we know each other
Or maybe I'm just drunk " he laughs out as he holds the beer bottle in his hand before taking a sip from it
shaking his head, licking his lips
"What happened ?
You look irr
